I remember reading a story about an indigenous tradition that said that sometimes, when we travel, our bodies get ahead of our souls and must wait for our souls to catch up.
That is much older wisdom than the phenomenon of jet lag, but it still seems to hold for journeys taken “merely” by car, and even in the same time zone.
Someone I know calls this jet-less lag jet mood, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s showing up a lot during these relatively homebound days and months.
Whenever we find ourselves temporarily devoid of soul, for whatever reason, we get understandably cranky.
And those, naturally, are the times to be quiet and patient and gentle, as we wait for the soul to catch up, as it will.